2005年版星火英語30篇閱讀貫穿考研詞匯

1、2005年版星火英語三十篇閱讀貫穿考研詞匯unit 1 ：the permiti think the building must have been used as a farmers winter store; i found piles of forgotten dried chestnuts and grain in rotting barrels. i tried the chestnuts but they tasted sour and sharp, and some of them had small teeth-marks in their dark, peeling skin

2、s. paulo said he would bring me food, but that was three days ago. yesterday, i heard a car engine getting closer, and climbed up to hide in the rafters of the patched roof, but the guardia civil men just looked in quickly through the smashed windows and broken doors before they left. i clung to the

3、 dusty wooden rafter, feeling it creak and bend under my weight, and tried to make no noise. my arms and legs grew numb, then began to tremble, and i longed to move, but i waited until i heard the policemen drive off. i know that paulo would not have told them about me. and i know that they will ret

4、urn. when we began the final part of our journey, we were warned that the police patrol the land around here regularly. they are always searching for us, or others like us; the coast of morocco and the presidio of ceuta are only ten miles away across the straits. that is how i got here: squeezed in

5、with fifteen other men in a shallow boat meant for eight, with the cold waves reaching over the sides and the night deep and black as a tomb. i have never been more scared. i prayed all the way across, and thought about my family. i told myself, over and over, that i was doing it for them. that trip

6、 took almost all of my money. all of the money i had saved back home in ecuador, all of the money i had worked for on the way. the boatmen left us on a beach in the middle of the night. we lost sight of them but we could still hear their small engine across the waves. six of us started walking inlan

7、d but the others waited for the contact, the friends of the boatmen, as they had been told, and met the guardia civil instead. we were lucky: we met paulo. we found the town and waited until the first bar opened; i went in alone while the others hid in the orchard nearby. when i asked for coffee, th

8、e young barman looked at me and nodded. he made the coffee, then disappeared into the back room. cold and without strength, i wrapped my hands around the warm cup, not caring whether the barman had called the police, not caring about the next moment, just about the present. but the man had called pa

9、ulo, who came and helped us. paulo is always smiling, always happy. he is from seville, a busy city of many people, and he knows many people. paulo found work for us. i made good money on the farms. i picked cabbages, and cauliflowers, and artichokes and broccoli. i picked great round yellow squashe

10、s that smelled of rich perfume when you broke them. the farmers hired us by the day, and were content. the local people will not work for the wages we are paid. but there were many farms, and many crops to be picked. we were welcomed. i shared a small clean house in the town with seven other workers

11、. we had journeyed from ecuador, colombia, venezuela, even argentina. paulo found the house for us - he knew the landlord and arranged a good price. we lived well, with enough food and sometimes wine. i earned more in a week than i could in three months back home, if there had been work to do there.

12、 i sent most of the money that was left to my wife and parents, and wrote many letters to them. then the government changed the rules, so that we needed work permits. i queued with hundreds of other workers outside the ayuntamiento, waiting for the application forms. we sat on the stone benches bene

13、ath the trees in the pla?a and read the forms. some of the other workers are from small villages and towns, and cannot read as well as i can, so i explained to them that the government wanted our birth certificates, driving licences, passports and many other documents. many of the workers had perhap

14、s one or two of these documents, but most had none. i helped the others complete the forms and we gave them to the clerk in the ayuntamiento. he looked at our documents, stamped the forms many times and told us that they would be sent to madrid, and our permits would be returned in two or three mont

15、hs. if the forms were approved. we had to wait. even paulo and his friends could not help us. the first month was not too bad, as most of the farmers continued to use us; their crops were rich and heavy, waiting to be picked. then some men from madrid visited all of the farms, and maybe half of the

16、farmers stopped using us. the farmers told us that they were sorry, and we believed them. so the second month was worse: few of the farmers would use us, and those that did paid very poor wages. we shared what we had, and ate once a day: rice, pasta, bread, cheap food that would fill our stomachs. w

17、e began to stare at each other, and wonder which of us would find work. there were fights in the morning, between different groups of workers, when the farms foremen came to the pla?a to choose who would work that day. but still we had some hope. we lost the house in the third month, as we had no mo

18、ney for rent. we were able to get some food from the charity kitchens around the town, and the church, but we found always a long queue and very little food. we took our bags and blankets and slept in the fields. then the weather became cold and we slept where we could, huddled together, in old forg

19、otten buildings and alleys. sometimes i dreamed of my family and my home, and when i awoke i wished the dream could continue. the people of the town stared at us from the sides of their eyes as they passed us. they clenched their hands and muttered, and some of them spat on the pavement. a few of us

20、 were attacked and beaten in the dark, and driven from the parks and streets. all of the time, the police told us to move on, move on. it is the end of the third month when it happens. the farmers hire coaches and send them into the pla?a colom. from four oclock in the morning we wait in shuffling s

21、ilence, hands pushed deep into pockets, our hats pulled down tight against the cold and the watching policemen. by the time the coaches arrive there are hundreds of workers waiting in the darkness. we press forward as the doors open. the foremen stand on the bottom steps of the coaches and ask, who

22、has the permit? the men with permits hold them up and are allowed onto the coaches.some of the workers are from the countries in europe and do no need permits, so they are allowed on when they show their passports. i go from coach to coach until i see a group of chileans, who i know have no permits,

23、 climb aboard a waiting coach. the leader of their group speaks first with the foreman and shakes his hand, then they are taken on. i stand before the foreman. you have the permit? he asks me. he is broad and stout, and fills the doorway of the coach. his fat neck spills from the upturned collar of

24、his leather jacket. his hair is shaven close to his head. i explain to him that my application was rejected but i have tried again. come back when you have a permit, he tells me. he frowns as he pulls on his cigarette and looks down the avenue to where the policemen are watching the coaches. i expla

25、in to him that that i am a hard worker, that i have eaten only once in three days, that i am desperate to work and send money to my family. he looks at the policemen, who have started walking along the pavement beside the coaches, and he scowls at me and says, go to madrid and tell them. the chilean

26、s are laughing and pointing at me through the coach windows. the foreman flicks his half-finished cigarette into the gutter by my foot and i punch him in the stomach. he folds over with a small cry. the policemen look at us and i begin to run, away from the pla?a, away from the coaches, into the dar

27、k side streets and avenues. i hear loud running steps close behind me, and the roar of car engines. the shuttered buildings reflect the blue lights. i slide my body into the shadows of a shops back door, behind two tall metal bins that stink of rotting meat and urine. i gasp, and each breath burns.

28、my heart hammers against my chest.i wait for a long time until the sounds of the cars and people fade. i walk slowly to the end of the alley and look out, but the streets are empty. i have run almost to the river; i can hear it rushing in the darkness beneath me. my right hand feels cold. i look dow

29、n, in the yellow light of a street lamp, and see my hand still clenched into a fist. it looks like the hand of another person, not part of me. a short blade, no longer than my thumb, sticks out from the fist. the blade, my fist, and my sleeve are all stained dark red. paulo gave me the knife when i

30、picked artichokes on the farms. the short thick blade is very sharp, made for slicing through the plants thick stalks. i scrambled down to the banks of the river and threw the knife into the night. i heard it splash far away. the river touched my feet. i reached down and washed my sleeve and hand, a

31、lthough the water was so cold, like ice, that my hand became numb. then i walked back up to the street. i found some of the other workers hiding in the deserted warehouse we had found. one of them went to find paulo, who came and told me about the old farm buildings near to the coast road. paulo was

32、 not smiling. i waited until darkness before i followed the road out of the town, throwing myself into the ditch if i heard a car approaching. the weather has been clear and i have seen the coast of morocco every day. across the blue sea flecked with sun, the land is a strip of dark brown and grey,

33、and looks close enough for me to touch. maybe i could find an old tractor tyre tube around the farm and float across the straits? or maybe i could walk along the shore and steal a boat? i do not want to become a thief. i am an honest man who wants only to work and support his family. but what can i

34、do? i will wait here for paulo and listen to him. he will tell me what to do for the best. i know that he will help me. unit2： timeless photographsi love to look at old photographs in the album(影集).my father had a big box of pictures in the cabinet and some of the pictures go way back to the 1890s.

35、the women dressed with such dignity and had style back then. my dad would linger around his precious box of photographs and teel me stories about each photo and very one.it was one of those moments that you could not really appreciate when you were yound. it is only after he was long gone that i can

36、 look back and say thanks for taking the time to show me a tiny window into the world of people who really did know how to live.i found a few of my aunts in their fashionable outfits by an old cadillac pretending to drink whisky. many of the photographs were taken in coney island and capecod. i espe

37、cially love the photographs of the bathing beauties and their swimsuits. the suits are quite modest by todays standards but the young women didnt seem to care. they were staying at such places as newport beach and cape cod having the time of their lives running in and out of the tide. one photograph

38、 had a vendor(小販）selling dogs(熱狗)by a coaster(輪船）at coney island-a younger picture of my mother with here brown hair and blue eyes eager to go on board with my dad. he looked a bit frightened in the picture as i could see he was lolding on tightly to the bar to the coaster,his black hair flying in t

39、he breeze. i smile when i look at that picture because it is hard to imagine anyones dad ever being a kid. he looked like he was having a great time probably because he was with my mother. she is smiling in the picture and wearing a white blouse(女襯衫）,blue shorts and tennis shoes. she is quite a look

40、er(美女）,i can see why my dad liked her so much.i dig down to the bottom of the box and see two large photographs. one is dated 1900 and the other one is dated 1997-a recent picture that looks similar to the older one. the older picture looks familiar because it is taken in the same place-the summer h

41、ome.i will describe the older photograph as very interesting in the style of dress and exactly where the people are sitting. they are posed outside the cottage by a small tree that is still there today. a woman is sitting in a rocking chair, with here black hair pulled up in a bun(腦后的女髻）.she is not

42、smiling but looking away from the camera and wearing a long black dress. another woman is wearing a white blouse with a necktie(領結）and a long black skirt. her hair is also long and blonder(金黃色的）but pulled back in a bun. there are two men on either side of a wooden table. both men appear older and ar

43、e dressed in hats and suits and ties,trousers and sunday shoes. neither is smiling. (i have the distinct feeling that the women are their wives and it is sunday.) they probably are hungry for their roast beef and potatoes,but that is just my guess. there is a young boy,probably about 13 in the photo

44、graph, he is wearing a white blouse,black shorts,long black socks and tan sports shoes. he is petting a black dog that is sitting on top of the round wooden table. the boy is bending down and he isnt smiling either. it must have been hot outside and he probably wants to go for a swim with the dog. t

45、he water is just below them and he is probably wondering why he has to take this stupid picture all dressed up on a sunday.i notice that the color of my cabin was quite different in 1900 and it was much smaller. the color was green,with white railings(欄桿)around the porch and steps leading down to th

46、e patio(院子). that is where the picture of this smart family was taken. the family appears rather stiff in the photo but i am sure that they had a good laugh after the sunday dinner was served.the second larger photograph is of my own family about 1997. it is also in black and white. we didnt wear an

47、dy older clothers but used our own clothes. the tree in the background has grown to enormous heights and is still standing. the steps leading down to mousam lake have cracked and are in awful need of repair. believe it or bot,we still own the old wooden table and all of the rocking chairs owned by t

48、he smart family. i did a search of the smart family and they were originally from portsmouth(樸茨茅斯）. at least five other families owned my cottage before my father bought it in 1950 for three thousand dollars. the cottage comes with thirteen acres of land that i still own along with my seven brothers

49、 and sisters. it was passed on to me when my mother died. we have formed the camp fund to pay the taxes and preserve our legacy. it is a beautiful cabin on a prime spot on mousam lake. i was not here when this photo was taken and it hangs in the livingroom of the cabin. many vistors comment on it an

50、d think it is quite amazing to have a house for so long. the hitory of the house is interesting to view from photographs. around the table are my brothere bob just wearing a casual shirt and shorts(smilling), annie wearing a t-shirt and shorts. mike wearing a white shirt and long nylon trousers not

51、smiling, mary,whom i couldnt tell what she was wearing,my mom,her white hair and her beautiful blue eyes and smile,was wearing a peach blouse and slacks,my dad wasnt alive for this photo, he died in 1986. lastly in the picture is my brother john,wearing a white vest,trousers and suspenders. he slick

52、ed(使光滑、順滑)back his black hair for the photo to appear in the period style. he wasnt smiling either. the only difference is that my cotaage is painted brown with a larger porch and some additional buildings. my father loved to build things and he was constantly improving the cabin. he built a deck do

53、wnstairs,and also a dock for his many boats. he also designed a gliding swing and a picnic table.all of these photographs remind me that people are not so very different. we all want to enjoy living and be together as a family. the time that families spend together is very valauble. the children wil

54、 always remeber the little things that their parents do for them. for me is was my dad that showed me shese pictures and took the time to tell me the stories behind each of them. i thank him dearly for that.unit 3 ：the story of my romancetanya got out of the bed while the sun was still asleep. she l

55、ooked out the window; even the stars were lost in the dark. would i be able to watch sunrise today? she asked her heart. she knew the answer but was afraid to tell herself. mike, her husband was still in bed and so were her four kids. even their sleep couldnt elude her from doing them service. she h

56、ad to orchestrate her work to the microscopic details. from pressing clothes to polishing shoes, finding matching socks to arranging school bags, fixing up breakfast to preparing snack-boxes, she was unthankfully supposed to make it all happen like a magic wand. and to her own compulsory fault, she

57、did it all; like a magic wand.life ran like a wheel. the circle started every morning and ended up late in the night, and then morning appeared again. there was no pause, no rest, not even a slight curve to insert change. she condemned herself for not experiencing even a thought of ever getting out

58、of this circle. she had committed herself to the orbit of life.coming out of the bathroom, she turned and looked at her bushed face in the mirror and gasped a tired answer to her long asked question, never, you just keep driving in the sunset. she shook her head to wing away those rebellious butterf

59、lies in her mind. she knew she couldnt join them so she didnt want them to hang around her either.she entered the kitchen hearing mike, yelling in his drowsy voice for the absence of his towel in the bathroom. her youngest daughter karen started crying for she didnt want to go to school that day. nicole, the eldest, couldnt help herself but to blame daniel for the overnight fragmentation of her dollhouse. while randal registered his prot